Home is Where the Heart is.

Going to college has made me realize the difference between a home and house. That sounds weird, but before Cornerstone I took my family so much for granted. And even last semester, I was so concerned with me, me, me! I didn't want to go home. I simply wanted to be at college and enjoy MY life.

It was not until this semester [all of three weeks] that I felt homesick and wanted to go home. Last night my roommate was having trouble making her movie for a class. My family has a Mac, so I'm like, "lets go to my house." I'm pretty sure that it wasn't until walking slowly up the pathway to the front door and opening it slowly, that I realized I have a home. I HAVE A HOME. I have someplace to go home to when I get homesick or need a place to rest from people and school. A lot of people don't have a place to call home. I feel so blessed. But my revelation [if that's what you want to call it] doesn't stop there.

This takes on a spiritual side too. Jesus is my resting place. He is home. The Bible talks about the Lord preparing a home for us in heaven. I love that.

If you think about it, what is a home? What are characteristics that make a house a home? For me home is a place where I can be myself and not feel awkward. It's a place that is refreshing and most importantly a home is the people that occupy it. My dad, my mom, my brother, and my sister...and my two cats. Home is where you walk through the front door and mom comes running down the hallway with a smile on her face, ready for a big hug. Home is where my brother and I can have deep conversations and share what's on our hearts. Or, where Taryn and I can hang out and laugh and laugh. Or, when dad walks in the back door after a long day at work, and us three kids get a head start and run and jump into his arms. It's beautiful!

Home is where the heart is.